"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission," Lance said, Starting to ease the ship down towards the moon.
Faye held on tight as the ship shook.
"Ugh Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk, the engineer groaned face looking green.
"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean it's not like I did this!" Lance retorted, jerking the ship.
Faye yelped, clinging tighter to to her seat beside Lance.
"Hush little lady, it'll be fine," he said calmly, patting Faye on the head.
"Okay, unless you want to wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you'd better KNOCK IT OFF, MAN!" Hunk threatened gagging.
Faye winced, rubbing her head from the migraine she was getting.
"We've picked up a distress beacon!" Pidge, the Comm Spec announced.
"Alright, look alive team! Pidge, track coordinates," Lance ordered.
"Copy."
The ship shook and Hunk gagged again.
"Oh this one's on you buddy. We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out," Lance told Hunk, steering away from the obstacles.
"Oh no, Ugh," Hunk groaned, looking miserable.
"On no? Fix now, puke later!" Lance snapped.
"I've lost contact! The shaking is interfering with our sensors!" Pidge called.
"Come on, Hunk!"
Hunk unbuckled his seatbelt to fix the engine as Faye yelped again.
"Oh never mind, fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual." Lance ordered steering towards the ground.
"I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and... gastrointestinal issues." Pidge said, glancing over at Hunk.
"Agreed," Faye squeaked in agreement, trying not to scream.
"Stop worrying. This baby can take it. Can't you, champ?" Lance said patting the dashboard.
It shook violently.
"Uh, see? She was nodding. She was nodding. Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here," Lance said uneasily.
"Attention lunar vessel- ahh!!!"
Pidge fell and Faye winced.
"What are you doing? Buckle your belt. And Hunk, stop that shaking!" Lance said.
"She- er he was trying to reach the microphone," Faye mumbled, but of course no one heard her.
"I-I'm try- o-oh no-"
Hunk promptly vomited in the gear box the gross smell wafting through the ship. Faye could indeed smell beef stroganoff as she gagged, plugging her nose and trying not to pass out from the sight of puke.
"Attention lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction, against crew recommendations," Pidge said, muttering the last part under her breath.
"Uh, no time for your mutinous comments now, Pidge. They're going under and we're going in." Lance said
Faye gasped, spotting the overhang.
"Um Lance! Overhang, Overhang!" Faye squeaked.
Suddenly they swerved, and Faye shrieked as they scrapped the wing along the overhang.
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Voltron: Defying Gravity
FanfictionNormal is not the word to describe Faye's life. Losing her mother at 10, she never knew her father. Fast forward 6 years and she's alone at the Garrison, without her half-brother left as the co-pilot of a barely functioning team. Then the rug was pu...
